Nancy Jo Duckworth, 80, of Morganton, NC passed away on Monday, December 16, 2024. She was born on March 3, 1944 in Burke County to the late Charles Bollinger and Pearl Shoupe Bollinger. Nancy loved her family dearly. She enjoyed collecting antiques and gardening especially growing roses.
In addition to her parents, she was preceded in death by her husband, Gerald Duckworth; son, Darryl Eugene Anthony.
Nancy is survived by a son, Tim Anthony; daughter, Sherry; grandchildren, Tim Anthony II, Zach Anthony, Brandon Anthony, Johnny Anthony and Justin Anthony; siblings, David Bollinger, Laura Ann Reed, Bob Bollinger, and Betty Jean.; numerous great-grandchildren.
There are no services planned at this time.
Sossoman Funeral Home and Crematory Center is assisting the family with the arrangements.
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I have known Nancy for about 30 years . She was a wonderful lady, very kind and caring and will be truly missed . Rest in peace Nancy . Your friend Ben..
Tim sorry to here about your mom. She was a good person. I have known your mother for a long time. Will be praying for you and your family. Wanda
Grandma I miss you so much and love you more then you will ever know. And it brakes my heart that I couldn't be around you in your last days seems like a certain person would want you to be around people that love and care about you instead of keeping everyone away from you. I miss coming over to your house and taking care of your roses and doing little things for you and seeing you light up when I come thur the door. I remember you and me sitting on your bed and both of us was crying and hugging each other Realizing that what ever sickness you had was getting worse. Grandma I will never forget you and will always carry you in my heart thank you for everything you did for me and always being there when I needed you. Until we meet again in heaven love you. Your grandson Brandon Anthony

Maw-maw even though we drifted apart as I got older an didn't get to see you that often. I still thought about you an Jerry often I love you maw-maw an I will miss you everyday until the good Lord calls for me an we can see each other again.. God gained such a Beautiful Angel when he called you home. We all miss you!! Until we are all together again!!! With all my love!! Your second oldest grandson JUSTIN ANTHONY

Timothy, I'm thinking of you and your family. Praying for your peace and comfort during this difficult time. But her goodness, her caring, and her wisdom live on-like a legacy of love that will always be with you. -Phyllis Young
RIP MY DEAR FRIEND I WILL MISS OUR LUNCHES OUR SHOPPING JUST SHARING SECRETS LAUGHTING GOOD BYE MY FRIEND.

Timothy, I'm thinking of you and your family. Praying for your peace and comfort during this difficult time. But her goodness, her caring, and her wisdom live on-like a legacy of love that will always be with you.

Nancy was my neighbor. She and I had a lot of talks. She was a very generous person and I loved having her next to me. She grew many beautiful roses and was very proud of them. When her health failed I was glad to run errands for her and pick up her mail. She will be missed. I pruned her rose bushes today, the last thing I was able to do for her. Maybe she may tend roses in her new home.
Mom, I'm going to miss you so much. I not only lost my mom, but my friend. I want to thank you for all that you have done for me. I wanna thank you for all of the life lessons you taught me and for always being there to encourage me to go after my dreams. For always showing me Love and compassion. I know that when you arrived in heaven that god gave you a big hug and welcomed you home. I know that you're with your family that has gone on before you, and I'm sure that you and my pawpaw Bollinger, set for hours, catching up. I will carry you in my heart until the day that I see you again. I love you forever.
Nancy Jo and I were classmates and buddies in school, and one of my sweetest memories is still fresh in my mind. My daddy and hers were brothers, and lived close enough to visit often. I remember running past the sugar bowl on the kitchen table and dipping out a spoonful on the run. At home, I doubt we even had a sugar bowl but must have had, for my mom loved to cook. One dusky evening when we all were sitting on their high front porch watching the moon come up, another person's little girl ran to the edge and fell off into a rose bush. Later in life, that now-grown girl was behind me in line at a book sale the library was having, and she said "I was that little girl." Life is strange at times to leave memories like that.